One week later.
Dale was sitting at the میز, جدول in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did آپ have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made آپ some tea” she کہا careful and she put the تالی, رکابی down. Not waiting for his reaction یا even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...
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